| Song | Firm All Stars |
| Artist | The Firm |
| Album | The Album |
| Pretty boy： | |
| Trackmasters | |
| A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor | |
| All types of paper, i'm doin you a favor | |
| So blaze the trees, come on baby please | |
| Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees | |
| Cause i stay in these, coop rabie bees | |
| Jitty to the fifty, to the acg's | |
| And when i'm lazy b | |
| Let the ac breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be | |
| So what you trippin about, in the club i be kickin em' out | |
| I get em home then i'm twistin them out | |
| If i still keep it real i be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth | |
| Then i'm kickin them out | |
| Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke | |
| On you i wouldn't trick to know | |
| Have me high at first like i sniff some coke | |
| But now you gotta go don't forget your coat | |
| Uh | |
| Chrous(nas): | |
| We are the firm all stars | |
| Fuckin your bitch we don't care who you are | |
| We don't need no introduction, our music steady bumpin | |
| From the crib to the club to your cars | |
| Come fuck with us | |
| Pretty boy: | |
| If you know about us throw your hands in the air | |
| From teaxes to newyork to monclair | |
| This be the knock from flatbush to little rock | |
| Even new orleans be bout it bout it | |
| It's hot | |
| Foxy brown: | |
| Uhhhhhhhhh | |
| I gets 7:30 for the door daddy | |
| Ain't know thing, ya'll know about the rings huh | |
| Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat | |
| Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that | |
| See the paper stack | |
| I'm not a hater dog | |
| Ya'll still crusin lands, i'm navagatin dog | |
| Brooklyn tone | |
| Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a james bomd crome | |
| See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it | |
| If it's broke nigga we can let tido fix it | |
| I can't stop, i won't stop | |
| Pretty boy: | |
| Everything hot, first week out hit the top | |
| Pretty boy relentless, cop the coop thats expensive | |
| For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes | |
| We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters | |
| P be mr. macoroni | |
| The world slick lies and pretty tony | |
| If you never new know you know me | |
| Thats why they wanna blow me | |
| We eat caviar, shine like a movie star | |
| Firm click real thick, nas tell em' who we are | |
| Chorus(2x) |
| Pretty boy: | |
| Trackmasters | |
| A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor | |
| All types of paper, i' m doin you a favor | |
| So blaze the trees, come on baby please | |
| Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees | |
| Cause i stay in these, coop rabie bees | |
| Jitty to the fifty, to the acg' s | |
| And when i' m lazy b | |
| Let the ac breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be | |
| So what you trippin about, in the club i be kickin em' out | |
| I get em home then i' m twistin them out | |
| If i still keep it real i be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth | |
| Then i' m kickin them out | |
| Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke | |
| On you i wouldn' t trick to know | |
| Have me high at first like i sniff some coke | |
| But now you gotta go don' t forget your coat | |
| Uh | |
| Chrous nas: | |
| We are the firm all stars | |
| Fuckin your bitch we don' t care who you are | |
| We don' t need no introduction, our music steady bumpin | |
| From the crib to the club to your cars | |
| Come fuck with us | |
| Pretty boy: | |
| If you know about us throw your hands in the air | |
| From teaxes to newyork to monclair | |
| This be the knock from flatbush to little rock | |
| Even new orleans be bout it bout it | |
| It' s hot | |
| Foxy brown: | |
| Uhhhhhhhhh | |
| I gets 7: 30 for the door daddy | |
| Ain' t know thing, ya' ll know about the rings huh | |
| Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat | |
| Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that | |
| See the paper stack | |
| I' m not a hater dog | |
| Ya' ll still crusin lands, i' m navagatin dog | |
| Brooklyn tone | |
| Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a james bomd crome | |
| See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it | |
| If it' s broke nigga we can let tido fix it | |
| I can' t stop, i won' t stop | |
| Pretty boy: | |
| Everything hot, first week out hit the top | |
| Pretty boy relentless, cop the coop thats expensive | |
| For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes | |
| We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters | |
| P be mr. macoroni | |
| The world slick lies and pretty tony | |
| If you never new know you know me | |
| Thats why they wanna blow me | |
| We eat caviar, shine like a movie star | |
| Firm click real thick, nas tell em' who we are | |
| Chorus 2x |